When Meng Fan slipped out of the basketball court, he headed straight for the track field.
It was already late October, so the sun wasn't as poisonous. Although it wasn't completely dark, there were no problems with running.
He ran ten-kilometers, ensuring his daily rate of 20 kilometers and headed back to the dormitory to shower.
Recently, especially since he started arcade shooting, Meng Fan found that his fat reduction speed was faster than before. This also proved Wu Tong's point that sports should be diversified and not limited to just running.
When he prodded his stomach with his fingers, he could occasionally feel the muscle trapped under the fat. Now, it felt easier to reach. He could poke it anytime and feel it, and the muscles inside were quite hard too.